'Jove, there'll be a fair-sized row about this. The Old Man's on to trespassing like tar. I say, think Plunkett'll say anything about you being there too?'
'Shouldn't think so. For one thing I don't think he recognised me. Probably doesn't know me by sight, and he was fast asleep, too. No, I fancy I'm all right.'
'Well, it was a jolly narrow shave. Anything else happen?'
'Anything else! Just a bit. That's to say, no, nothing much else. No.'
'Now then,' said Reade, briskly. 'None of your beastly mysteries. Out with it.'
'Look here, swear you'll keep it dark?'
'Of course I will.'
'On your word of honour?'
'If you think—' began Reade in an offended voice.
'No, it's all right. Don't get shirty. The thing is, though, it's so frightfully important to keep it dark.'